hollow, and your eyes blood-shot, like a person starving with hunger, and going blind with loss of sleep.'
"'It is not my fault, that I cannot eat or rest,' he replied. 'I assure you it is through no settled designs. I'll do both, as soon as I possibly can. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arms-length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest. Well, never mind, Mr. Green; as to repenting of my injustices, I've done no injustice, and I repent of nothing—I'm too happy, and yet I'm not happy enough. My soul's bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.'
"'Happy, master?' I cried. 'Strange happiness! If you would hear me without being angry, I might offer some advice that would make you happier.'
"'What is that?' he asked. 'Give it.'
"'You are aware, Mr. Heathcliff,' I said, 'that from the time you were thirteen years
